Was R up for a second attempt to look at Central Park? No, and I agreed, it was too hot. Back into Subway Hades to go back to the flat, but my Metro Card would not release the turnstile. R went through without a problem. I tried again and as I thought would happen, now insufficient credit. R passed his card through to me but it too had run out of funds. Damn, I will have to put the minimum of $10 on the card and this will he the last trip I will take. Yes, there are the machines to top up. A lad bounded up, $3 man, and I will open the turnstile for you. It is ok, I said, I will put money on my card. But both ticket machines were out of service. I was smelling a rat, but $3 for a $2.75 fare was irresistible to me, even though I had already paid. Lordy it was so hot. As sweat dripped from me, I gave him the $3 and sure enough, he opened the turnstile.
I was scammed. I don't know how he worked it but well done that boy for enterprise.
This is an extract from a longer post written after our visit to New York City.
It is not the only time I have been scammed. I've written about it previously but a long time ago, so I will repeat it soon. How about during your travels? Surely some of you have been scammed in some manner.